It had always been a little crowded under the invisibility cloak. It was
extremely hard to maneuver through hallways when nearly everyone was
bumping into each other.
"Stop breathing on me." Sirius warned Peter. "Or I'll charm you so bad-"
"Ssh! Parkinson is right there. We can't be heard." Lupin said while elbowing Sirius.
They had followed the seventh year Slytherine all the way to the entrance of his Common Room. When he muttered some password, the marauders squeezed their way into the passageway with him.
Unlike the Gryffindor Common Room, which was homey and had a lived-in feel, the Slytherine House seemed musty and deserted.
"Wrap the room in plastic, why don't they?" James mumbled, thinking of his eccentric grandma who wrapped her couches in bubble wrap.
"What did you say, Severus?" A young Lucius Malfoy drawled, looking up from the Daily Prophet.
"Nothing." Snape looked up from the mounds of parchment on the table in front of him.
Malfoy sighed. "Must've been those stupid house elves..." He looked at his paper again.
"Git." Lupin sneered, rolling his eyes underneath the cloak.
"Were you referring to me?" Malfoy looked up from his reading again.
Sirius had a malicious grin on his face. "Yes."
"HOW DARE YOU!" Malfoy fumed, slamming his paper down on the coffee table in front of him.
Snape looked up from his papers, startled. "I didn't say anything-"
"HA! I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS!" Lucius stormed out of the room.
Suppressing laughter, the four Gryffindors ran up the stair to the boys dormitories. As soon as they got there, James threw the cloak off.
"Which one is Snivelly's?" He asked, examining the four posters.
Sirius laughed. "This one I reckon." He pointed to a perfectly made bed.
"His or Malfoy's," Lupin added.
"So," Sirius cracked his knuckles before taking out his wand. "What's the spell?"
Lupin cracked a grin. "Unormus*."
"Perfect," James gave Sirius the go ahead and he quickly sent a gold misty stream of magic to the bed. Slowly it turned upside-down, and rested on the ceiling.
"Wow." Peter sighed. Suddenly heavy footsteps echoed from the stairwell.
Only Sirius's head was floating among them. "We better make a break for it, mates."
****
Malfoy sat on his bed, watching Snape try to get his bed off the ceiling.
"Damn those Gryffindors..." Severus cursed. Malfoy yawned.
"Well," He drawled. "I'll be going to bed then." He scurried under the bottle green comforter.
Snape stood, greasy hair getting oily from sweat. "Lucius?"
"Hm?" He grunted back.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" Lucius rolled over, to look at Snape again.
"On the floor." He closed his steely eyes.
Severus sighed. "Lucius?"
"What?" He asked angrily.
"Can I sleep with you?"
Suddenly the boys eyes flashed open. "Sleep? With me?" He pulled his blankets closer.
"Where else?" Severus asked, but then realized that sounded a bit awkward. "Can I sleep?" He added quickly.
"On the floor." Malfoy answered, and closed his eyes again.
Snape watched him. "Lucius?"
"WHAT?" He snapped.
"Please..."
A/N: Thanks Annette. ;-) *I have no idea what this means, I made it up. :P
"Stop breathing on me." Sirius warned Peter. "Or I'll charm you so bad-"
"Ssh! Parkinson is right there. We can't be heard." Lupin said while elbowing Sirius.
They had followed the seventh year Slytherine all the way to the entrance of his Common Room. When he muttered some password, the marauders squeezed their way into the passageway with him.
Unlike the Gryffindor Common Room, which was homey and had a lived-in feel, the Slytherine House seemed musty and deserted.
"Wrap the room in plastic, why don't they?" James mumbled, thinking of his eccentric grandma who wrapped her couches in bubble wrap.
"What did you say, Severus?" A young Lucius Malfoy drawled, looking up from the Daily Prophet.
"Nothing." Snape looked up from the mounds of parchment on the table in front of him.
Malfoy sighed. "Must've been those stupid house elves..." He looked at his paper again.
"Git." Lupin sneered, rolling his eyes underneath the cloak.
"Were you referring to me?" Malfoy looked up from his reading again.
Sirius had a malicious grin on his face. "Yes."
"HOW DARE YOU!" Malfoy fumed, slamming his paper down on the coffee table in front of him.
Snape looked up from his papers, startled. "I didn't say anything-"
"HA! I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS!" Lucius stormed out of the room.
Suppressing laughter, the four Gryffindors ran up the stair to the boys dormitories. As soon as they got there, James threw the cloak off.
"Which one is Snivelly's?" He asked, examining the four posters.
Sirius laughed. "This one I reckon." He pointed to a perfectly made bed.
"His or Malfoy's," Lupin added.
"So," Sirius cracked his knuckles before taking out his wand. "What's the spell?"
Lupin cracked a grin. "Unormus*."
"Perfect," James gave Sirius the go ahead and he quickly sent a gold misty stream of magic to the bed. Slowly it turned upside-down, and rested on the ceiling.
"Wow." Peter sighed. Suddenly heavy footsteps echoed from the stairwell.
Only Sirius's head was floating among them. "We better make a break for it, mates."
****
Malfoy sat on his bed, watching Snape try to get his bed off the ceiling.
"Damn those Gryffindors..." Severus cursed. Malfoy yawned.
"Well," He drawled. "I'll be going to bed then." He scurried under the bottle green comforter.
Snape stood, greasy hair getting oily from sweat. "Lucius?"
"Hm?" He grunted back.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" Lucius rolled over, to look at Snape again.
"On the floor." He closed his steely eyes.
Severus sighed. "Lucius?"
"What?" He asked angrily.
"Can I sleep with you?"
Suddenly the boys eyes flashed open. "Sleep? With me?" He pulled his blankets closer.
"Where else?" Severus asked, but then realized that sounded a bit awkward. "Can I sleep?" He added quickly.
"On the floor." Malfoy answered, and closed his eyes again.
Snape watched him. "Lucius?"
"WHAT?" He snapped.
"Please..."
A/N: Thanks Annette. ;-) *I have no idea what this means, I made it up. :P